It wasn't until it was completely dark that the battle came to a complete end.We lit the Gathering Fire Scrolls on the mound, and the light of these bonfires could be heard far away at night, so that the orcs who were digging wild vegetables in the wilderness could see the bonfires and gather.Although the gray dwarf robbers did not leave much food behind, their mounts argali, almost all of them were left here, many of them froze to death, and those who were frostbitten were also killed and skinned.This victory cost us more than half of the Frost Scrolls, and the loot was far from the value of the Scrolls themselves, but the victory itself was the biggest reward.The orcs of the Raitu tribe were happily peeling sheep, and on those palm-sized magic scrolls, a bonfire was constantly swallowing green flames.The orcs set up cauldrons on top of these campfires, and next to each cauldron was an old orc shirtless, holding a sharp knife of deboning, and neatly dismantling the neatly stripped argali.The fine meat is put into the cauldron to cook, and the remaining sheep's heads, bones, and water are piled aside, and the beast girls of the tribe are cleaning the internal organs and the water, which are all good ingredients for making mutton soup, but the amount is a little troublesome.The red flames were reflected on the face of the old orc Gribaschin, who was full of folds and looked at the argali, who had not yet had time to deal with the argali, who had not had time to deal with them, and kept muttering the ancient orc language in his mouth.I wanted to hear it, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.Grile, sitting beside Kuz, told me that it was her grandfather singing carols to allow the sheep spirits that hovered around the battlefield to ascend to heaven.Kuzi lay pale on a wolfskin mattress, he had been carried back by the beast girls of the Raytu tribe.In the end, he was still injured, and two half-foot-long cuts were cut on his shoulders by sharp claws, and the skin and flesh were deep and bone-piercing.If it weren't for the maid Asakusa desperately protecting Kuzi at that time, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to see Kuzi at this time.Qige frowned, sat on the wooden pier and looked at Kuz helplessly.She held a bottle of bright red healing potion in her hand, and gently shook the potion, the bright red liquid in the bottle constantly rippling with a halo of magic.Stick out your thumb and pop the cork off the bottle.Before the magical aura of the potion could be completely dissipated, it quickly poured into Kuz's mouth.As soon as she had prepared this bottle of healing potion, Miss Qi rubbed her slightly sore shoulders and sat on the wooden pier next to her and refused to leave.It seems that like me, I am very curious about how Kuz got hurt, and it is said that chasing those gray dwarves who are like lost dogs is not as good as the other side in battle.But with Kuzi's excellent talent "survival instinct", he would never be so seriously injured.You must know that if these two wounds are half an inch deeper, Kuz's entire shoulder blade and collarbone will be completely scratched off, and even the internal organs will be injured.For such external injuries, the human race is much more delicate than the beasts, at least the humans in this world have learned first aid and suturing techniques, while the orcs in the tribe prefer to pick some hemostatic grass from the wasteland, directly mash and apply it to the wound, and the hasty bandaging is over.Caterina half-crouched beside Kuz.Carefully sewing Kuzi's open skin and flesh slowly with a needle, watching Kuzi grit his teeth and endure it, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but smile.Kuz's kid is definitely not afraid of pain, he is just afraid of needles, and even Caterina can't help but want to laugh when he looks cowering.An injury of this magnitude is not serious or light, and it is destined to suffer a lot of flesh and skin.I hadn't thought about it.The maid next to him, Asakusa, turned out to be a formal orc warrior, and she was always silent when she looked at her, but she didn't think she was quite powerful.I asked the maid Asakusa, "How did those gray dwarves hurt him?"
”"A group of harpies rescued the grey dwarf leader!"
The maid Asakusa stared at the black stick in her hand, the heavy wooden stick I had seen.It can knock the hard skull of the argali."
I broke the thigh of a harpy with a stick, and they hold a grudge and may come back to trouble us!"
Kig said unceremoniously, "Let them come!"
I'd like to see if their feathers burn when they encounter flames!
”Harpys are fierce beasts with human heads and eagle bodies, they are unusually cunning and lustful in nature.It's very timid, and there is a pair of wings on his back.He likes to live on cliffs and often hunts orcs who walk alone in the wasteland.I've heard old Kuru say that on the Pai Plateau, this kind of depraved demon and beast hybrid species, their community is the same matriarchal tribe as the hell spider demons, they like to eat strong orcs, and the tribal elders have long been unable to issue a bounty order to encircle and suppress the harpy.For a long time, the living space of the harpy on the Pai Plateau has become smaller and smaller, and many high-ranking people prefer to hunt this kind of fierce beast with demon blood, although the demon aura on their body is already very weak, but their blood is still a very precious alchemy material.At this time, I suddenly remembered what the beast girl had reminded the female warrior of the Laytu tribe last night: danger does not come from the grass, but from the heavens.It seems that the rumored Harpy really exists in this area, and the most important thing is that they injured Kuz, rescued the gray dwarf leader, and also let Miss Qi know that the blood on the Harpy is the main ingredient for refining the Potion of Madness, this material is hard to buy in magic potions, and the Harpy is so scarce that the demand far exceeds the supply.Qige had already said in the northern wasteland that if she had a chance, she wanted to catch a few harpies, get together a bottle of harpy blood, and bring them back to the teacher that the Greene capital gave to her.Now, a group of harpies has suddenly appeared, and our path forward is full of unknowns.If it weren't for Kuz's injury, I wouldn't want to mess with those guys.If I had known in advance that there was a Harpy on Nightwolf Cliff, I would have preferred to stick to the edge of Nightwolf Cliff and go around it.Those guys are cruel and cunning, and once they fly into the sky, we can't deal with them at all.So we have to think of a solution to this problem, and we have to think about it.Once again, the beautiful dividing line bonfire attracted the orcs fleeing from afar, and as they approached from far away with the food they had dug up, they were stunned by what they saw.They saw the gray dwarves piled up in the distance, their pale faces with temporary horror.At this time, the entire earthen hill was brightly lit, and the pile of dwarven scale armor and neatly placed weapons were showing the fierce combat power of the tribe in front of them.Every orc who saw these scenes would be filled with awe when they faced the orc warriors of the Raitu tribe.There are constantly orcs fleeing in the wilderness, attracted by the firelight.By the time it was already dark, there were already a hundred or so orcs gathered at the bottom of the hill.More than a dozen large iron pots were boiling water, the soup was floating with milky white oil, and the mutton was tumbling back and forth in the pot.The aroma of the broth wafted far away with the night breeze.The orcs who rushed over to beg for a living in the wasteland saw the acre in front of them, and some did not dare to step forward.The smell of mutton wafting down from the dirt slope made these orcs, who had not been stained with meat for too long, couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and among the beasts who fled the wilderness, there was a little werewolf girl with a yellow face and thin muscles.Pulling the female orc's leather vest, she asked her mother pitifully: "Grandma, what smells so good!"
”The old orc Gribaschen walked into the crowd of orcs with a cane, and gently pressed the sturdy shoulders of a wolf orc girl with his big dry hand, although this orc girl looked a little thin, but she was tall, with broad shoulders and long arms, and the leather package behind her was also filled with all kinds of wild vegetables, and she was followed by the little orc girl who had just spoken.The orc girl didn't dodge Gribachin's big hand, but just stared at Gribastian with some wariness, and Gribastian nodded in satisfaction.Patting the beast girl on the cheek, the wrinkles on her face smiled like a wilted chrysanthemum, and he said with a pleasant face: "I will hire you to work for me, and I will not be able to rest all night tonight, you see these" The old orc pointed to the entrails of argali, which were piled up on the ground, and the blood and water gathered into a small river, which flowed down the slope."
These all need to be treated, cleaned clean enough with water, and then put together, right.Just like they did.Finally, put it in a pot and cook it, you don't need to do this!
”The old orc looked up at the tall female orc, and continued: "Every time you deal with a pair of water, this lung belongs to you.This counts as your salary.But wait until we've cooked all the meat before the pot can lend you your own food, don't worry about the campfire, these are magic flames, and we don't lack them!
”"Would you like to do it?"
The old orc asked.I'm afraid this is the most beautiful sentence this beast girl has ever heard this year.She hurriedly nodded and said, "I do it, I am willing to do it!"
”"Go over there and wait, I'm picking a few capable ones!"
Gribaschen waved her hand at the orc, motioning for her to step aside.The orc girl pulled the little orc girl and was about to walk over, but Gribaschen stopped the two people with a cane and stared at the little orc girl for a long time, without words.The beast girl's face changed slightly, but she still held the little orc girl with her hand.Gribachin frowned and said, "This little girl is too young to do much work, and I won't pay for it!"
If you make trouble or your hands and feet are not clean, you two will get out of here together!
”The orc girl nodded hurriedly, pulled the little girl aside, and this time Gribschen did not stop her.Hearing the old orc Gribaschen say this, some people began to stir up among the orcs, after all, such good things are rare.Gribaschen picked and chose through the crowd, and it took him a long time to pick out the two dozen orcs who looked cleaner and let them stand with the previous orc.Without exception, those with orc children will be admonished: children do not pay wages.Before the remaining orcs could get frustrated, Gribatisin picked up a batch of sheepskins to cook, and the skins were covered on the grass with blood, and the grease film on the sheepskins had dried to make them look hard.The last remaining dirty orcs, no matter how many of them, were directly assigned to dig a pit in the distance and bury people.Gribaschen had just finished assigning all the work, and the orcs couldn't wait to get to work."
Wait!"
The old orc of Gribasiachin hurriedly stopped them, and asked the orc warrior of the Raitu tribe on the side to take a stack of wooden bowls and grab a handful of wild vegetables from the bag of the orc girl with the little girl standing at the front.These wild vegetables are very cleanly picked, there are basically no yellow and rotten leaves, and the roots of the wild vegetables are clean, and there is not a trace of soil.When the little girl saw Gribaschen grab a handful of wild vegetables in their backpack, her eyes immediately turned red, and she shouted directly: "That's us" The beast girl quickly covered the little girl's mouth and lowered her head without saying a word."
Take it well!
What to bow your head. ”The old orc scolded, stuffed the two large wooden bowls into the arms of the beast girl, divided the handful of wild vegetables in his hand into two parts, put them into the wooden bowls, frowned and said loudly: "What a clumsiness, don't wait for me to pick wild vegetables for you." ”As he spoke, he grabbed a small handful of black flour from the noodle bag on the side, sprinkled it into the big wooden bowl in the hands of the beast girl, and scooped out a spoonful of milky white mutton soup from the hot pot on the side.Gribatisin instructed the orc warriors of the Raitu tribe behind him: "You can only give such a small handful in each bowl, don't give too much, we don't have extra flour."
Children don't have to drink batter, they can't work, just vegetable soup. ”The orc warrior hurriedly followed the old orc's instructions, and quickly made these orcs line up in a long line and began to make soup.Originally, the chaotic orcs who fled from the wilderness were quickly organized, and they were still grateful to Dade for helping us with our work.Originally, these orcs didn't work, but they came to us to ask for a mouthful of sheep soup to drink.It's just that the old orc Gribaschen had an idea to let these foreign orcs do some groceries and exchange their labor for food that we couldn't take with us, which was really a great idea.Kuz and I were worried about the chaotic scene, but instead the orcs of the Laytu tribe, who had been working all day, began to take turns resting.There are still nearly 200 argali to deal with, and this night, don't think about stopping.At this time, it was the thirty or so failed Frost Scrolls that really made a big difference, and they provided a lot of water.Also, it seems to be very easy to use, this thing is not like the Frost Scroll, which instantly releases a large amount of cold air, and the entire scroll is destroyed.Instead, like the Concentrated Fire Scroll, every time the scroll is opened, a water ball will gather and come out, and after the scroll is rolled up, it can be used repeatedly.The orcs who fled the wasteland cherished their work so much that they almost devoured a bowl of noodle soup and began to work.In the distance, on the meadow, a dozen old orcs of Raitu looked at the surviving argali, these ridden argali, no smaller than horses, and this time we captured nearly one hundred and seventy undamaged argali, each with a full saddle, and some even with scales.As the victors of the war, we have the right to distribute the spoils, but the amount of loot is too large to be worrying."
What about these dwarven chain mail and scale armor?"
I asked Kuz beside me with some distress.Kutz weakly struggled to utter: "How do I know!"
”The orcs of the Blood Wolf Clan are not used to wearing heavy armor.Only heavily armed wolf riders wear these heavy armors made of stainless steel, and the dwarven armor is much the same size as the orcs' armor, and these armors need to be repaired in the blacksmith shop before they can be used by the orcs."
Or do you want to dress those orc warriors?
We can transport the armor back to Gurudin, and then put it in the blacksmith to remodel. ”I proposed.Gribaschen and Kuz shook their heads slightly at the same time, and the old orc explained: these orcs are javelinmen, and they can't run in such heavy armor, and the spear throwers need flexible light armor.But those short-handled axes can stay."
Then sell all the rest!
Or Az, you can give these to your eldest brother, I always feel that this guy will not treat you badly, maybe give you some other resources!
”Again, I suggested.Upon hearing this, Kutz nodded busily.I couldn't help but curse in my heart: Sure enough, it's a brother!
I'll give you a lung.To be continued.